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Just when Slim thought it would be safe to return to the pond, he found out otherwise. Gone were the days when a skeleton could just pass the time popping off a few frogs with his wrist rocket. No, now it seemed that even the amphibians were organized enough to hire muscle for protection. Protection from who you might ask? Well, protection from sling shot shooting skeletons that's who. Of course it only made sense to hire the meanest and mangiest dogs in the West. So, Slim is now running for his life(?), hoping to at least hang on to the one lily pad leaper that might get him enough gold to buy that casket he'd always dreamed of ever since he was just a soup bone.

He is running from a rabid band of porcupines even though, silly skeleton, he can't possibly be harmed by their quills. I think the slingshot got him in trouble. Again. Will he never learn?myfreshhell at hotmail dot com

Skelly ran until he couldn't run anymore. He ran until the space where his lungs used to be burned. The void where his leg muscles were felt like it had been filled with boiling water. If he had had any tissue left in his side, it would have stiched him up tight. Despite all the pain, Skelly kept running.

It was hard to run in boots when Skelly had no feet. It was a challenge, to say the least, to smoke a nub of a long-dead stogy without lips. It was near impossible to drink rotgut whiskey when one lacks guts to rot. Skelly was running against the odds.

The only thing Skelly had a firm grasp of was his trusty revolver and the bone-dry determination to use it. He'd use it on, at, or near whoever or whatever got in his way. Skelly had to keep running because if he stopped, his bandolier would fall down past his flayed pelvis and fall at his feet.

He ran to keep his bullets, and he ran to keep from using them. If he stopped, he'd have to turn and fire. He'd have to squint out of the corner of his fleshless eyesocket and take aim, and squeeze the trigger with his skinless phalange.

Then he'd keep on running. Skelly's pursuer could not be felled by something so insignifcant as a bullet.

The kid shirt: Pop Idiot Skelly is running from the local neighborhood anarchist hippie house because he stole one of their chickens (note, they've already shot his hat with an arrow). Little does he know, you can run, but you can't hide from anarchist hippies...they always find you!

Skelly, having had a few swigs from his bottle, was feeling chatty. He sidled up to the contestant with the pink bandanna around her neck, and with a wink, asked her about her "secret ingredient". The girl fixed her dark, birdlike eyes on him, letting the corner of her lip curl with scorn. Dropping her spoon, she let out a howl: "DADDDAYYY!"

Skelly felt the ground behind him quiver. He turned his head, and in an instant, perceived the claws, the teeth, the little arms flailing with rage.

Skelly is running from his girlfriend Skella whom he just scared to death by leaving a dead rubber chicken at her front step and then wacked her in the rump a good one with his sling shot as she looked around her front yard trying to find him. He's running so fast because he knows when she gets a hold of him he's gonna wish he had some meat on his bones to absorb the blows she gonna give him. PS. I really want this shirt. lol

skelly is running away for the angle of life- the equivalent threat to the living's angle of death. after doing his best to stay among the dead (drinkin', smkin' and shootin' all around), some celestial being came to the conclusion that "nope, you're nice enough and we'll give you another chance on earth. what do you have to say about that?" skelly just took of and his dead-as-dead-can-be legs and got the earth out of there... he is still running

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